Grey's Anatomy

There is a partial list of chemicals

that our bodies produce when we're falling in love.

Okay, let's get our teeth brushed.

We have five minutes.

P.E.A. is a natural form of amphetamine.

It puts us on high alert.

I half-expected to find a handsome Italian resident

brewing us cappuccinos this morning.

He's very good at it.

Are you talking about Mom's boyfriend?

I... guess I am.

Pheromones, produced from DHEA,

create an inexplicable sense of well-being and comfort.

Do you have a boyfriend, too, Auntie Amelia?

Well, it's, uh... um...

Would you call it that?

Do you kiss him?

Maggie's here!

- Hey! - Hi!

I thought you were spending the night at Jackson's.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, okay, I was, alright? Good Lord.

I mean, I still have a room here.

I haven't moved out, so why the inquisition?

O-Kay.

Auntie Maggie has a boyfriend.

Oxytocin has been called "the cuddle hormone,"

and it stimulates the secretion of dopamine, estrogen,

and LHRH.

Okay, Ellis and Bailey, let's go!

Get your backpack, Zozo.

This cascade of feel-good hormones and neurotransmitters

is also generally accompanied by poor judgment.

- What? - Nothing.

You look happy.

Do I? That's weird.

I know, right?

No wonder they call it "crazy in love."

Quadruple espresso, please.

Quadruple?

I'm not judging. I'm impressed.

Glad to see you back at work.

Well, I'm not really working. I'm on LEGO duty.

LEGO duty?

Gus.

Oh, the golden blood boy.

Yeah. I take strange comfort in building things.

Same. I got to build part of the Millennium Falcon

- with him yesterday. - Wow.

Okay, I'll see ya.

Oh, um, hi.

- E-Everything okay? - What?

Uh, do you want me to take Leo up to day care?

Yeah. No, I mean, I'm good. I'm good.

- Cool. - Yeah, it is.

Cool.

Anyway.

Yeah. Oh!

Oh I got a... I got a trauma, so I should...

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, excuse me.

Okay.

You saw that, too, right?

- Hey, you. - Oh!

There you are.

Yeah. Funny bumping into you,

where we both work every day, huh?

- Yeah, that's true. - Yeah.

So...?

What did Mer say?

Right.

- Right, about us moving in together. - Yes.

Right, um...

W...

You know, you said you'd ask her, and then took off.

So quickly.

Well, we d... we did start to talk about it,

but, um, you know how crazy it is in the mornings.

Yeah, I still don't really remember

why it is you need her permission to move, but...

W-Well, it's not her permission. You know,

it's just... she really relies on me to help out with the kids,

and I'm like a buffer between her and Amelia

because those two, am I right?

I don't want to leave her in the lurch.

Sure. Yeah.

- Okay, then. - Okay.

You just let me know what she decides about our life.

Well, she's not deciding.

I'm deciding.

Gabriella Rivera, age 4,

history of recurrent abdominal pain,

increased pain and vomiting today.

Okay, Gabriella.

Uh, Gabby.

She likes Gabby.

Hey, Gabby.

Do you know when the pain first started?

She's not sure.

I'm having a hard time getting a detailed history.

In San Pedro Sula, I knew everything...

her blood type, vaccinations, uh, allergies.

But these last few months are a blank.

I know nothing.

Luis has been here for a year.

He came on a visa, stayed, and applied for asylum.

I waited to send for my family

until I had an apartment and a job.

But they were detained at the border.

Separated.

Caged like animals.

My wife, my little Dani, is still there.

When Gabby got sick,

did they treat her with anything, or...?

They gave her antacid.

Nothing more.

Uh, page Dr. Grey to consult.

Sir, we're gonna run some labs, take tests,

and we'll know some more.

Does that sound good?

Ho... How much?

I don't have insurance, but I have a job.

I clean office buildings in Belltown, and I pay taxes.

So I'm not asking for something for nothing.

And I'm gonna buy one of those, uh, policies

as soon as I have enough.

Well, in Washington, we take care of sick kids,

no questions asked.

- Hey. - Hey.

How goes the house hunt?

Ugh, crappy.

Especially when I let myself think about

what I had in Germany.

Yeah, well, that place was incredible.

It was.

- Okay, let's go. - Yeah.

- Schmitt? - What are you doing in there?

I was on the scene.

John Doe, collapsed and passed out on the street

outside the flower shop.

Okay, where doesn't matter, Schmitt.

Right. Um, loss of consciousness,

GCS 13, systolics in the 130s,

has a scalp lac from hitting the pavement.

No respiratory distress.

All right, let's get him into Trauma One.

He is mildly tachycardic.

Hey, what do you got?

John Doe, syncopal episode.

Schmitt found him and brought him in the rig.

Well, somebody's got a lot of free time on his hands.

So, you're a paramedic now?

I just happened to be there when the guy dropped.

I knew to do the ABCs, stabilized the neck,

depress the scalp lac, monitor respiration...

Mm, got it, you're a hero.

Eh, "hero's" a big word.

Right place, right time, maybe.

On my count.

1, 2, 3.

Maybe quick-thinking.

Let's do a syncope work-up.

Uh, EKG, CBC, and a BNP.

Let's get a head CT. Page Shepherd.

Wait, that's not John Doe. That's Lucas Ripley.

Ben's boss. No, Ben's boss's boss.

Schmitt, you just saved

the Fire Chief of the City of Seattle.

I am a hero.

Warren! Warren, here.

Dr. Maggie Pierce.

This is our captain, Robert Sullivan.

Just tell us how Chief Ripley is.

He's still confused.

On exam, he has a systolic crescendo/decrescendo murmur

consistent with aortic stenosis.

Passing out is pretty classic.

Hey, it's Sully.

I'm here, buddy.

He may have had the condition for years.

You never know when or why you're gonna go down.

- It just happens. - Mm. Buying flowers.

Is he a-a flowers type of guy?

I mean, is he seeing someone?

- Why are you asking me? - 'Cause you guys are BFFs.

Uh, that's not a...

That's not a term we use.

I was there. At Late Bloomers. First responder.

He was buying roses and I want to say peonies

for a guy named Vic.

Vic?

- What? - Damn.

Vic? Get out.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Did I just out someone?

No.

Vic... is Victoria.

Oh, thank God.

I'm kind of new at this, and my gaydar is, uh, not great.

I don't believe it. She would have said something.

- She wouldn't keep... - Yeah.